Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's unusual about the way my day begins
As I walk up and the streets with my mailpouch in my hands
I've run route for years everybody knows my name
Especially at the old folks which I call the House of Shame
The old folks is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by not always but just about
Except for an letter and they all wait anxiously
With sad that said the question is there anything for me
And I their trembling voices as they talk back and forth
I guess the children're too busy to write
got a lot of things to do of course
And I try to cheer 'em up and say things to 'em feel better
Then I think to myself just how little effort it takes to a letter
Their old and wrinkled and hair as white as snow
And memories locked up in their minds only they could know
I spent many hours there at the end of day's run
Trying in way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of gone by
And the sadness at times is so great I can't help but cry
And it's reality it seems more like a dream
some of them have grandchildren that they've never even seen
And I think it's just a shame that children they raised
Would put 'em in this House of to spend their later days
So there they sit waitin' waitin' for letters they never get
Waitin' for children that never by waitin' just waitin' to die
You see my are old now too and we've put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live with us and they'll never be